Alabama State University Montgomery - Hornet Yearbook (Montgomery, AL)

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gSuphtm-mre ijVUPhHIy As I was wandering through the weeds on one of springs most pleas- ant days, I came to a strangely attractiVe tree of beautiful. though myth tic appeal. Being tired, I decided to sit down and take a rest. While gaz- ing amazed at the striking features of the trees, there came a startling tap from the inside of the tree under which I was sitting. Let me out. let. me out.n it said. I looked and there was a little door In the tree. I opened it and out jumped at little girl. She had a crystal ball in her hand and she told me that if I looked into it, I would see some wonderful things. Taking her advice. I looked. What did I see? All of the members of the Junior Cuilege Class of '28 as they wmlld he fifteen years from today. The hall revolved suddenly and there I saw William Anderson, Rufus Lewis, and Booker Lindseyr playing baseball with the Yankees. They had not lost a game in ten years. Slightly turning, I Ieund myself locking at one of the largest County Training Schools in the state. The front door opened and Professor Joseph Daniels. principal of the school. stepped out. The hall turned again and there came into view a large ciase-room in Howard University. There steed Thelma Newsome teaching English. with La Fronza Bonner as her assistant. Passing from that room. in a few seconds I found myself gazing into another room in the same school. There stood Ida Eaton teaching Education and referring to notes that had been taken in Education 35 under our dear President Trenholm. The hail gave another turn and I found myseif looking into the Home Economics. Department of Columbia University. The instructors. dressed in white and having their hacks. turned toward me, did not appear familiar. On hearing the hell they turned around and whom should I see but Mil- dred Hogan. Madge Revere and Alva Fear. The little girl gave the hall a larger turn and there in a beautiful cot- tage was Belle Creams standing in the door. now known to her friends as Pitge tfrHIfy-Hl'n

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The '28 Seniors worked hard this spring and a few through the sum- mer. We were back in school that fall with new intentions, new ideas, for we were were nearer our goal than ever. It was in this quarter that the class began to realize they were leaving, very soon, their uAlma Mater. What were we going to leave behind us for remembrance? Before we note these. let us list the members who joined us at the lasteGertie Mae Johnson and Booker Trenholm Lindsey from Selma University, Kate Lois ngery from Spelman College, Anita T. Jackson from Central High School, Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Haleyonee Williams from Chilton County Training School. Mrs. Lucile Caffey Pryor from our own High School, and Clara Belle Turner from Miles Memorial College. Our friends were many this year. We formed a friendly relationship with the Freshmen students, and also High School students. We tried in every way to leave in the hearts of these students that which can never be forgotten. We wan the love and affections of the faculty and showed our loyalty to our Alma Mater. Dear School: We have no song to give you No lark that pipe the skies so dark and gray, But one thing, Dear School, We must leave you The assurance that we will do noble deeds each day. In the words of the poet ttLorti God of Hosts be with us yet. Our Alma Mater, Lest we forget, lest we forget. Belle E, Crooms. Page twerttylawts

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The HORNET 128 MI'S- Belle Crooms Jackson. From around. the houee, in a few moments Came William Jackson, her husband, and httle Wllham Jr. The ball turned slightly and in a beautiful mansion sat Mrs. Pryor, getting her daughter ready for college. Looking to the side of the ball there stood a man talking to about one hundred boys. Gazing more closely, I found that it was none other than our friend Ralph Garner, now head coach at Fisk University. Near- by stood Edgar Moore and Robert Johnson, his able assistants. Their team had held the championship for the past ten years. Turning the ball again, the scene changed. 0n Fifth Aveune in New York City was. a beautiful up-to date beauty shop. Many girls were at work here, waiting on the large crowd that was there. On going to the office whom should I see but Francis Proweli, Myrtle Sims and Adella Pat- terson who are proprietors of the shop. While still in New York my gaze shifted back to Columbia Uniersity and there I saw Viola Harrison, Stellena Avery, Alberta Griggs, Zenobia Howard. Mary Grant, and Edith Greer doing post-gradnate work. The ball began to turn again and there I saw Azalie Brown playing in, and directing an orchestra in the large opera house in New York City. Moving again, I stood before a. large ten-story bank. William Handy was president. William Taylor and Nesbit Brown Wesley were ably as- sisting him, being secretary and treasurer. respectively. The door to the President's office opened and out came Naomi Webb. the Presidents pri- vate secretary. After another large turn of the ball, I found my gaze on Alabama State College now known the world over as the greatest teacher-training school of its kind in America. Able instructors in the school were: Anita Jackson, Alva Lindsey, Katie Lowery, Cordella McCormick, Louise Rich- ards, Hattie Mae Orr, and Halycyoner Williams. Partially turning again. I saw Lillian Dabney in her office holding a meeting with the Board of Directors. She was head of the Board of Education in Alabama. The ball turned slowly around for the last time, and there in a mis- sion. 3. home for orphan children, sat Rev. Terrell, having retired from the ministry, telling the children of his life spent in service for others. I heard some one calling me and turning around to see who it was I fell from the swing in which I had been asleep. To my great surprise, there was no little girl or crystal ball. It had ail been a dream. Azalie Gloria Brown. Page m e-uty-th we